Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Akahoshi kissed his forehead and said earnestly, "I just like you. I liked you the moment I saw you. Young Master doesn't know how good you are."

Liang Yuhui's hands trembled slightly as she nestled in Chi Xing's arms. A tear suddenly slid down her cheek and disappeared into the clean blankets.

You can't like bad people, you can't.

For several days in a row, Chi Xing left early and returned late, and Liang Yuhui couldn't help but worry every time he came home late.

Perhaps worried that if Chixing died, no one would take care of him, Liang Yuhui didn't want anything to happen to Chixing.

Liang Yuhui felt relieved when Chixing returned at night. This time, dinner was brought by someone else, and a look of disappointment appeared in Liang Yuhui's eyes.

He continued to paint, using sketchbooks and brushes that Akahoshi had provided for him.

At this time, Chi Xing was following Fang Quan to seize territory. They were facing off against another gang. The two sides fought fiercely, and in the end, Chi Xing shot the opposing leader in the arm and captured him alive.

With Fang Quan's appreciation, Chi Xing's status in the gang rose day by day.

That evening, Chi Xing received news that Li Mingxiao had discovered that the person Gu Yin had rescued was An You.

250 was currently accompanying Liang Yuhui as she painted. The ethereal entity within her mind spoke to Chixing: "An You shielded Li Mingxiao from a bullet. Only Gu Yin witnessed this. He saved An You so that he could help rescue Liang Yuhui."

Chixing: [So Gu Yin still thinks that Liang Yuhui was the person who helped him when he was a child?]

250: [Yes, he didn't see clearly when he was a child, until one day he saw Liang Yuhui giving alms to a beggar, and the figure overlapped with his own, so he thought that the child from his childhood was Liang Yuhui.]

Ha, he falls for whoever saves him?

Akahoshi commented: "His love is far too casual."

250 nodded vigorously: "[Yes, let them misunderstand. I want to see just how ridiculous they get.]"

Akahoshi didn't want to concern himself with these matters; all he wanted to know was his identity and who his contact was.

They patrolled the territory aimlessly and followed each other to various places.

Until he met two people in an underground auction.

The man had shoulder-length hair and a cigarette between his fingers. He had a short-haired man in his arms. The two men glanced at Akahoshi and exchanged flirtatious words.

"Does your baby like this one?"

The man in his arms chuckled and lightly bit his neck: "Didn't you have enough fun in the bathroom?"

"You slut, you only like three people, huh?"

Akahoshi glanced at the two of them with disdain and muttered a curse under his breath.

A person from the auction house approached. Today, Akahoshi was there to arrange the sale of the goods belonging to the Dark Night Gang. Upon seeing Akahoshi, the person came over to speak.

"Brother Xing, you've come at the right time. The shipment will be here soon, and General Manager Liu is already waiting."

Akahoshi chuckled, "You guys really have a mixed bag here, all sorts of people."

With a hint of displeasure on his face, the contact quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, it was our poor hospitality. Please don't take it to heart, Brother Xing."

"Ah."

Akahoshi turned and went to the restroom. The two men who had been standing there had left sometime earlier.

Upon entering the restroom, Akahoshi went straight to the third stall, tapped on the bricks on the wall, and discovered a gap between two bricks.

She took out a slip of paper, read its contents, and then took out something she had prepared earlier from her spatial storage and put it back into the place where the slip of paper had been.

"Brother Xing, are you not done yet?"

"The brothers are all waiting outside."

Akahoshi shouted outside, "Alright, what's the rush?"

As I stepped out of the restroom, someone outside glanced inside and said, "Let's go."

The group went to the audience section of the auction, where the bidding had already begun.

Bored out of his mind, Akahoshi looked at his wife from a 250-degree perspective in his mind's eye.

The boy sat obediently on the chair by the bed, in front of him was the easel that Akahoshi had prepared for him, and on the paper on it was a young man wearing a black shirt.

With her delicate hand holding a black charcoal pencil, Liang Yuhui meticulously sketched the figure, the tip resting on the slightly parted thin lips. She stared blankly at the person in the drawing.

Akahoshi's heart pounded, a surge of joy rushing to his head.

[Ayu drew me, so Ayu actually likes me, right?] He couldn't help but laugh out loud in his mind.

250, looking completely unfazed: "Your Highness, don't you know the Immortal Lord has been painting you for days?"

The little black cat jumped onto the sketchbook next to it, and pawed at it, revealing pictures of Akahoshi in different poses and expressions.

Look, these are all His Highnesses.

It thought His Highness had already seen it, but it turned out that His Highness had never even looked at the Immortal Lord's sketchbook.

It wasn't that Chixing didn't want to see it; it was Liang Yuhui who wouldn't let him. Chixing thought it was Liang Yuhui's secret.

So, the secret was actually him.

[Ayu likes me, but she's only too shy to say it because of her social status. Ayu is so pitiful.]

Akahoshi felt sorry for him and silently put the matter on the agenda; they couldn't wait any longer.

After the auction, Akahoshi returned to the gang.

The roar of a motorcycle came from downstairs, and Liang Yuhui's heart suddenly skipped a beat. For some reason, the image of Chixing riding a motorcycle suddenly appeared in his mind.

Akahoshi would be so cool.

"Brother Xing..."

Those were other people's voices, but Liang Yuhui only heard the word "Brother Xing." He couldn't help but open the window a crack and look downstairs.

There were security bars on the outside of the window, and he could see a young man wearing a leather jacket and jeans below through the crack in the window.

Akahoshi's hair had grown a bit longer, and the earrings on his ears were particularly eye-catching. The tattoo on his neck made him look a bit roguish.

Whether it was a premonition or not, Akahoshi twisted the accelerator and looked up at the room.

Their eyes met, and Liang Yuhui quickly stepped aside, no longer looking down.

He only dared to close the window after the people below continued their conversation.

Did Akahoshi see him just now?

Liang Yuhui didn't want to admit that he was paying too much attention to Chixing, but things just spiraled out of control, especially...

The door opened, and a tall man walked in. Liang Yuhui had already put away the paintings on the easel and didn't look at him.

The next moment, Akahoshi pulled him into her arms again with a strong hug.

"Ayu, were you looking at me just now?" Chixing's voice was deep, and his thick arms were tightly wrapped around Liang Yuhui's waist.

With her cheek pressed against Liang Yuhui's neck, Chixing took a deep breath.

"Shameless! Who's looking at you?" Liang Yuhui glared at him with displeasure.

Akahoshi looked at him with a disbelieving expression, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Liang Yuhui coughed lightly and said, "I was looking at cars. Your car is very nice." In short, he wasn't looking at him.

“Heh…” Akashi chuckled softly.

Turning Liang Yuhui's face around, she kissed his lips. Taking advantage of Liang Yuhui's momentary daze, Chixing pried open his lips and teeth, conquering his territory.

Only when Liang Yuhui collapsed into his arms did Chixing tenderly kiss his face, exhale, and say:

"I'll take you out for a drive sometime. Where do you like to go, Ayu?"